Boredom

If your mind has nothing to do
and no matter if otherwise calm
Then it routs around looking for you
for it is yourself that it seeks as a balm
While time seems so very heavy
the clock moving ever slower
Water imperceptibly rising against a levee
seeking to find its way to a lower
Level of thought, in another place and time
that doesn’t fit with these moments
And yourself you simply cannot find
as relativity warps and foments
A gravity that makes a curve in time and space
when it was then, just before it is
Now in this very same time and place